The wall heater clicked and rattled again, pushing a thin stream of warm air across the floor.

I pulled the thin tan blanket up from the foot of the bed.

I sat on the edge of the motel bed and tucked the blanket around Hannah’s shoulders.

She stirred in her sleep but didn’t wake.

I stayed quietly on the mattress next to her, counting the last eighteen dollars in my hand.

The yellow legal pad covered the whole top of the flimsy motel nightstand.

I uncapped my pen and drew a straight blue line down the center of the page.